I'm sorry for starting with a bit copying of Jane Austen, as my first attempt at writting in her style failed. I hope you'll enjoy it...

Chapter One

It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single girl in possession of a good fortune, must be in want of entertainment.

Having said that, many boys will think of a girl as they property and investment.

"My dear friend," said Rita to an unfortunate listener, who passed by, "have you heard of Fred, who has been transferred to our school. He was expelled from his old one." seeing the girl starting listening, Rita was a good gossiper and you could find quite funny bits of truth, if and only if she told what really did take place. "He refused to buy the uniform, not as much as wear it."

"So?" Rita had the girls full attention, the boy mentioned had been only a day in and already attached a lot of crowd following him.

"That's it. Teachers had nothing else to do, but allow him to wear something of his own, owing it to be appropriate."

"And it's not?"

"Do you think they'll allow him to wear leather jacket and all that goes with it."

"No!"

"Yes."

"A boy of such reputation would be in search for a pretty, rich girl. So Rita, I think we'll soon hear 'Rita and Fred are together for ever' bit of yours." Rita was famous for a sharp tongue.

Late Mr Smith was one of the richest men known, He was married twice and left all his fortune to his daughter from first marriage, some accounts and investments were closed for Eliza till her twenty first birthday. There were other money allowed for his second wife and step sister of Eliza, but only if Eliza's signature was on the checks (to make sure they'll care for her after his death). So it was only natural for Rita and her mother of hating Eliza and although people called Rita rich, she depended a lot on her step sister. Her only weapon was her gossiping.

It was chaos on the maths lesson: people chewing, throwing books, pencils and what came with it, sitting on tables, jumping and running around the class.

"I know, I know I'm late, but no reason to go bizarre," the teacher came in, no one paid any attention to her. She sat at her desk and seeing Fred standing near her desk said, "who the hell are you and why are you not in your seat?"

"My name is Frederic Darcy and I was sent here for you to sort which class to send me to."

"You have maths now?"

"Yes miss."

"Then as you see it is a maths class - get yourself down." Fred looked around him, apart from the mess - class, there was a girl sitting with a book, besides her was the only space available.

"Hi, is it alright for me to sit here?"

"Sure."

"Is the book interesting?"

"I guess."

"Quiet!" shouted the teacher to which the class abruptly stopped. "Great, first of all we're having a quiz next time, read all the higher math problems. I wish this time my top set wouldn't be the last from the classes. Excellent homework, would be nice if you worked in class as hard." Fred noticed the girl next to him rise her eyebrows.

"Get cracking. Who's not finished will stay after school."

"She always does that when it's the last lesson," said a boy sitting in front of Fred, turning around. "My name is Alfred. Isn't it funny how the class gets the credits for your work," he told the girl with the book.

"Doesn't matter." the boy smiled and turned around.

"What are we supposed to do?" Fred asked.

"The work listed on the blackboard."

"Thanks."

… After the lesson only by the lockers Fred was trying to find his, when he saw the girl who sat next to him in maths talking:

" So Eliza, how did you find him? Everyone curios to get to know to him - the new boy."

" He is tolerable, but not handsome enough to tempt me." the girl plainly said. Fred left.